Chapter 504
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Chapter 504: Why Hasn’t the Tsundere Attitude Changed Yet?
Outside Qingyang City, Murong stood waiting, her gaze fixed on the distant figures returning safely.
Her expression wasn’t one of joy—it was a complex mix of surprise and something indescribable.
“You really did it.”
“I rarely make promises,” Bai Wei replied, his tone calm. He hesitated for a moment, then patted Nalan Qingshu’s hand lightly.
“Hmm?” Startled, Nalan Qingshu instinctively released her grip. She felt a sudden lightness as Bai Wei handed her over to Murong Nu.
Murong caught her and raised an eyebrow. “You…”
“Since we’re relatives, let’s not be distant. You can handle her while I conserve my energy.” Bai Wei stretched his shoulders, his voice tinged with fatigue. “I’m a bit tired.”
“Aren’t you a puppet?”
“I still feel tired.”
“Then hurry up and see a doctor—or better yet, write your will. I’ll find a beautiful spot in the mountains to bury you.”
“If you’re kind, at least get me excellent afterlife services. I want the hall master himself to play the suona at my funeral.”
Murong Nu rolled her eyes, dropped Nalan Qingshu onto the ground, and snapped, “Walk on your own.”
Princess Bi Fang, watching the exchange, sighed. “It seems you haven’t awakened your bloodline yet?”
Murong stiffened, her emotions becoming a tangled mess. She didn’t want to acknowledge the title “Bi Fang,” yet she couldn’t deny her curiosity.
“Bloodline? What bloodline? I eat at Xuan Mai all the time!”
“This isn’t blindness; it’s deafness,” Bai Wei remarked dryly.
Murong Nu scowled. “Who even understands what you’re talking about?!”
Nalan Qingshu smiled gently. “Awakening your heritage would help you understand which generation you belong to.”
“Which generation?” Murong pretended not to care but couldn’t help leaning in slightly.
“Bi Fang bloodline is rarely passed down. It might not be from my immediate family—possibly atavism. It’s hard to say.”
Murong’s eyes narrowed. “If it’s so uncertain, why involve me in all this?”
“This isn’t a scheme,” Nalan Qingshu replied earnestly. “Don’t you love money?”
Murong was taken aback. “What does that have to do with anything?”
“As Princess Bi Fang, you’d have access to far more wealth than you can imagine,” Nalan explained. “Restoring the country will show you how much easier life becomes when you have a title.”
Murong Nu’s ears perked up at the idea of effortless wealth. It sounded too good to be true—like something out of a fable. But she was no fool.
“This doesn’t sound right. Gaining power through a title comes with its own complications. It’s not effortless—it’s just an empty hope!”
Nalan Qingshu countered lightly, “Well, you could always take the money and flee to another country.”
“HEY!” Murong Nu’s voice rose indignantly. “Do you even hear yourself?”
Nalan Qingshu laughed. “I was just covering the worst-case scenario.”
“The worst-case scenario being me running away with the money?” Murong Nu glared. “That’s slander.”
“Would you do it?”
“Of course not!”
“Then I haven’t misjudged you,” Nalan said with a smile. “You’re wealthier, stronger, and more capable than me. And you’re also a Bi Fang. Compared to me, it’s only natural that you take on more responsibility.”
Murong Nu took a deep breath, her temper flaring. “You princesses really have no shame.”
Bai Wei clapped his hands. “Marvelous reasoning!”
Murong Nu groaned. “Do you have to encourage her nonsense?”
Bai Wei shrugged. “She’s confident and logical. That’s rare to see.”
Murong Nu’s patience was wearing thin. “Going through Qingyang City didn’t bring any results. I lost money and almost ruined myself. I’m never taking on a job like this again.”
“You were just watching a play,” Bai Wei reminded her.
Murong Nu huffed. “So what? I wasn’t responsible for anything. It’s kind of you to follow me, but don’t expect me to charge into battle with you.”
“Are you so unwilling to face your true self?” Nalan Qingshu asked.
Murong Nu bent down, picked up a rock, and crushed it in her hand. “I am who I am. Bloodline or no bloodline, it doesn’t matter. I won’t change.”
Nalan opened her mouth to respond, but Murong cut her off. “I will never become Bi Fang.”
Bai Wei sighed. “Your actions in Qingyang City speak louder than your words. You care, even if you pretend otherwise.”
Murong Nu glared. “Nonsense!” She grabbed Bai Wei and shook him furiously.
“Calm down,” Bai Wei said, his voice steady. “You’re stubborn, but that’s your pride talking.”
Murong Nu slammed him into the sand and growled. “Shut up, shut up!”
Nalan Qingshu intervened, laughing. “Both of you, stop! Don’t fight over me!”
Murong and Bai Wei froze, staring at her.
Nalan wiped a tear from her eye. “I just wanted to say that line once.”
Murong Nu released Bai Wei. “Forget it. Beating him just hurts my hand.”
“You hit me, but your hand hurts? That’s karma,” Bai Wei teased.
Murong Nu snorted. “I’ll admit, I can’t help much. The best I can offer is a discount.”
With that, she turned and walked away.
“She’s just shy,” Bai Wei said, brushing the sand off. “Prideful but kindhearted.”
Nalan Qingshu watched her leave. “She doesn’t need to hide her feelings. Just knowing we’re still family is enough.”
Bai Wei smiled faintly. “It’s hard for some to build connections. But deep down, everyone longs for it—even if they won’t admit it.”
Nalan nodded. “I’ve been trapped in the past for too long. It’s time to move forward, even if it’s uncertain.”
The sky above the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom stretched endlessly. Bai Wei stared at it, suddenly longing for a few days of rest.
